EVANESCENCE

In an empty corridor, I prudently stood there waiting for something or someone as I wore the brightest yet the timidest smile I could give. The anticipation of the blooming of something beautiful astonished me enough to get myself frozen at my tracks with my heart beating like crazy coming together with the sensation you feel in your stomach as if you are driving downhill. My eyes were only pinned on him. He was walking towards me, with his converse making contact with the newly waxed floor, letting out a squeaky sound which always depicted simplicity to me yet overflowing with perfection because these shoes- are worn by the person I’ve been wanting for a long time now. The more he was getting closer to me, the more I felt my heart expanding as if it is bigger than the world. His warm hand held my cold ones as he lifted his chin and looked at me as if I own the entire universe. "Stacy" My name fell from his lips making me weaker than ever. I couldn't figure out where to fixate my eyes because every time I look at his deep blue orbs, my heart seemed as though it will escape from my ribs and I’ll never know how to tame it. "It's pretty obvious that I've adored you for about a month now and we've been good friends," He softly said as he paused and took a deep breath. "Well, to be really truthful Luke, I have been feeling the same way too." I nervously said, my cheeks heated at the sudden escape of the words that were never planned to be said. "Well Stacy,” He breathed out and bit his lip as if he was suppressing something. “If that's the case, or I mean- I don’t know, either way, I’ll ask this." He laughed nervously and took my hand trapping the stem of a paper rose one my grip. He takes a deep breath once again, inching a few centimeters away from me and asked. "Will you please be mine?" My smile grew wider as I bit my lip “Oh God, is this even serious? I'm saying yes!” And then it happened. My heart busted everywhere. This is probably how happiness feels like. He smiled widely and embraced me tighter in his arms. Sure we were just two teenagers who probably know nothing else in life, but this- if this isn’t genuine enough I don’t know what else will be. "I love you, Stacy, I really have no words." "I love you too." From the moment our lips had collided, I finally had tasted happiness. When we are in love aren’t we like those little children running in a field with brave and raw hearts? Where we cease the moment, laugh as hard as we can as if we’ve witnessed the true glint of happiness despite of the endless warnings of our lookouts not to play too much outside because danger is hollow and it is lurking behind us- somewhere we cannot see. But you see when we are young and fresh our hearts sometimes grow bigger than our brains where it beats so hard and loud until what it whispers will be the only thing we hear. Young love sets our eyes to see the world as an oversaturated paradise as if horrid situations never existed and with that, we strongly believe that the fairies above us reserved a brand new fairytale for us with its infamous happily ever after. It makes us see the burst of glitters, unicorns, whimsical creatures and wild butterflies that linger in our stomachs along with the rhythm of a slow carousel spin. But in a split of a second we stop feeling like clueless happy little kids once we get wrecked by a shattered promise, a disgusting lie or a sudden alteration that we did not like, a disagreement, a painful truth or perspectives that completely contrast each other. Where it leads us to our harbours where we only allow ourselves to rot with sad songs, blaming ourselves, despising life, turning our backs from romantic movies and swearing not to love again. But however, love is love and we are like bruised little kids on vast fields that even though how much we scar our knees eventually we still find ourselves outside anticipating what the skies may bring. Like the children who are utterly undone with the happiness they get from the beauty of outside no matter how much wounds and bruises they get, us people never get through with love too though it stirs rough hurricanes of heartaches that we eventually reel from. You see, we are never through with love, and love itself will never be through with us either.